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You
woke
the
Lady
Jessica
.
”
The
great
draperies
billowed
behind
the
men
,
showing
that
the
front
door
remained
open
.
There
was
no
sign
of
the
Duke
or
Yueh
.
Mapes
stood
to
one
side
staring
coldly
at
Idaho
.
She
wore
a
long
brown
robe
with
serpentine
design
at
the
hem
.
Her
feet
were
pushed
into
unlaced
desert
boots
.
“
So
I
woke
the
Lady
Jessica
,
”
Idaho
muttered
.
He
lifted
his
face
toward
the
ceiling
,
bellowed
:
“
My
sword
was
firs
’
blooded
on
Grumman
!
”
Great
Mother
!
He
’
s
drunk
!
Jessica
thought
.
Idaho
’
s
dark
,
round
face
was
drawn
into
a
frown
.
His
hair
,
curling
like
the
fur
of
a
black
goat
,
was
plastered
with
dirt
.
A
jagged
rent
in
his
tunic
exposed
an
expanse
of
the
dress
shirt
he
had
worn
at
the
dinner
party
earlier
.
Jessica
crossed
to
him
.
One
of
the
guards
nodded
to
her
without
releasing
his
hold
on
Idaho
.
“
We
didn
’
t
know
what
to
do
with
him
,
my
Lady
.
He
was
creating
a
disturbance
out
front
,
refusing
to
come
inside
.
We
were
afraid
locals
might
come
along
and
see
him
.
That
wouldn
’
t
do
at
all
.
Give
us
a
bad
name
here
.
”
“
Where
has
he
been
?
”
Jessica
asked
.
